(Is it possible that only by opening a single chapter can you ask for support these days?)

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the sky is getting late.

In the wind and rain, a carriage galloped towards the deserted suburbs, the inside of the carriage was as soft as spring, and the fat physique of Young Master Peng was crowded inside, and the huge carriage space suddenly became cramped.

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and he took a sip, so comfortable that his whole face stretched out. Then the little face that was so beautiful and flawless appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a commotion in my heart - I really didn't expect that the girl of the Ye family was born so beautiful and amazing, it was simply a disaster for the country and the people.

Although he is still immature and his body has not yet grown, his favorite thing is this kind of young master Peng, young and lovely. Whenever he heard them crying and moaning beneath him, he always had a devastating pleasure that could loosen all 38,000 pores of his body.

"The second brother doesn't know what the hell is going on, it's the same for a while. When I was in Pengcheng, I said that I should not look for the Ye family anymore, but when I came to Dao'an Mansion, I said that the Ye family girl had arrived in the city, so I could act at the opportunity...... Tsk, fortunately I went to see it, otherwise I would have gone away. ”

A slight sense of wine welled up in his heart, and Peng Qingcheng thought beautifully:

"At this time, Su Huyuan must have succeeded, I just can't wait to fly to another courtyard all of a sudden and enjoy it...... Hmph, I missed the opportunity a few times before, this time, see how you little girl can escape from the palm of this young master's hand. Tonight, the wind and rain helped, we just ate the golden gun pill, and we had a seven-in-seven-out. ”

Thinking of the wonders, hehe, lewdness, laughter.

"Such a wonderful person, since she should be tame and take it home for a long time, as for her nerdy brother, chop it up and feed it to the dog. However, it is strange to say that he has already broken off the marriage contract with Miss Jiang, why is the second brother still so resentful? Even this matter is rare to express support. Although the second brother said that no matter what I did, he would not ask, but his attitude was already approving...... That's it, no matter what you do, he will be his official, and I will be my Peng Batian, how good. ”

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and shouted to the outside: "Zhang San, hurry up." ”

The coachman, Zhang San, hurriedly responded: "Yes, young master." ”

The whip whipped, and the horse galloped faster......

......

The wind and rain moved through the river, causing the waves to churn, like a giant snake writhing its body. A group of boats are moored on the river, connected into a matrix, but not afraid of strong waves.

On the Jiang family's boat, Jiang Zhinian was sitting drinking tea, and when he saw his granddaughter coming in, he asked, "Jing'er, is Junsheng back?"

Jiang Jing'er huffed and said, "Not yet, this nerd, I don't know where I ran with my sister, and I didn't see anyone at this time." ”

Jiang Zhinian asked, "Have you ever sent someone to Dao'an Mansion to look for it?"

"Sent. ”

Jiang Zhinian was calm and said, "Then wait a little longer." ”

Jiang Jing'er said: "Grandpa, the time is coming, and the title of the poem is about to be announced." I wondered, did he not be able to write poetry, and he was afraid of making a fool of himself, so he secretly ran away?"

"No, Jun Sheng is not such a person. ”

Jiang Zhinian is very sure.

Jiang Jing'er pouted: Who knows, this nerd seems to be wooden, but in fact he has a bad stomach......

About a tea time, the entourage who went to Dao'an Mansion to find someone came back, and they all said that they hadn't seen the Ye family brothers and sisters.

Jiang Jing'er stomped her foot fiercely.

At this time, there was news from outside, and the title of this year's Dao'an Poetry Club came out, with "Jiang" as the topic, the subject matter is not limited, but the poems can be endowed with words, and there are many embodiments.

Jiang Jing'er looked at her grandfather: "Grandpa, what should I do?"

Jiang Zhinian smiled bitterly: "Keep waiting." "What can I do? He is a dart game, a martial arts person, you can dance with a knife and a gun, and you can do it with ink at a dance.

Jiang Jing'er said angrily: "I knew that this nerd was unreliable. ”

Jiang Zhinian said comfortingly: "Jing'er, don't be irritable, anyway, we are just dealing with official business, and we don't have much hope, even if we can't hand in the poems, it's nothing." ”

Over the years, among the merchants who have been invited, none of the hired representatives of the poetry club have outstanding works, and it is rare to be able to squeeze into the primary selection.

Jiang Jing'er pouted: "But this is too ugly, it will make people laugh." They will even be grabbed by their braids and said that they despise the poetry society. ”

Jiang Zhinian looked at her and suddenly clapped his hands: "I have a way." ”

"What's the solution?"

"You, Jing'er, haven't you also read books for several years? ”

Hearing this, Jiang Jing'er's small mouth opened wide, and her head shook like a rattle: "No, no, I can't write." ”

Although she has read books for a few years, she still focuses more on practicing martial arts, and what she hates the most is those crepe poems.

Jiang Zhinian didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one: "Jing'er, if you don't write, do you still want grandpa to write? I'm old, I'm easy." ”

"But ......"

"No, let's go and prepare, I'll go to Zhang Huaishan first. As he spoke, he ran out with a puff of smoke.

"Grandpa, you are not righteous!"

Jiang Jing'er roared, so aggrieved that she almost burst into tears.

After waiting for a long time, Ye Junsheng was still nowhere to be seen, seeing that half of the time for delivery had passed, Jiang Jing'er was so anxious that she had no choice but to go back to the room, and then she remembered that she had never brought the four treasures of the study, so she had to go to Ye Junsheng's room, find pen and ink, and sit on the desk to meditate.

As the saying goes, "the article is made by nature, and the magic hand is occasionally obtained", this is a literary and artistic talent that requires talent, and it is by no means a temporary cramming that can be started.

"The river is surging, and it goes hundreds of miles......"

No, I remember that the teacher said that poetry needs to exaggerate rhetoric, so it seems to be bold, so "go tens of thousands of miles".

However, after tens of thousands of miles, what should I do......

Jiang Jing'er racked her brains, searched for dry intestines, and finally came up with a sentence, but she couldn't catch it later, so she was so anxious that she scratched her head and cheeks, splashed out some ink, and sprinkled it on her crystal face.

"Ye Junsheng, you bastard!"

Miss Jiang finally couldn't help it, she was angry, threw the brush hard, and grabbed the paper again-

"Huh, what is this?"

In an instant, she found a piece of paper full of words pressed on her desk, picked it up, and couldn't help but read: "The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages ......"

This is a poem, which should have been written by Ye Junsheng, and most importantly, it is related to "Jiang" in the word.

Jiang Jing'er was overjoyed, in a hurry, she couldn't read the good or bad of this poem, she just thought that there was something to do, then thank God. Seeing that there was no title signature for this word, he bit the pen, thought for a while, and finally decided on a topic that he thought was more appropriate, so he wrote it uprightly: "Nostalgia", and added the words "Pengcheng Jiang Teng Dart Bureau Poetry Club Representative Ye Junsheng" after the main word.

In this way, the format is more formal. It's just a piece of paper, two kinds of handwriting, one for the dragon and the phoenix to dance, and the other for grace and grace, which is not so harmonious. But at this time, Jiang Jing'er couldn't manage so much, so she quickly dried the ink and took it out and delivered it to the person who specialized in receiving the manuscript.

At this time, less than a quarter of an hour before the deadline, the wind and rain were gone, and Ye Junsheng had not returned.